My Steamy Story: Slow feminization of the emperor by a pe...

My Story Time:

Okay, so tea time. I was the Emperor’s personal maid, low-key the only one he trusted to bring him his wine. At first, it was just little things. I’d ‘accidentally’ bring him a silk robe instead of his roughspun one, and he’d just… wear it. The way the fabric clung to him? A whole vibe.

Then I started with the oils. I told him it was for his ‘royal complexion’, but high-key I was massaging his shoulders and his back, my hands slick and slow, until he was putty. The first time his voice went all soft and he was like, "Your hands are… so gentle," I knew I had him.

Last night was the final step. I brought in this boujee perfume, all jasmine and rose. I dabbed it on his wrists, his neck. He just closed his eyes and inhaled. Then his fingers, all hesitant, brushed against the lace trim of my own nightgown. "Show me," he whispered, his voice a shiver. I guided his hand to the delicate fabric over my pussy, my own clit already throbbing. "Feel how soft?" I breathed, and he moaned, his cock straining against his—my—silk trousers. The most powerful man in the world, literally shaking under my touch, begging for my femininity. Period. It was iconic.